<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447</id><updated>2011-10-18T23:19:35.492-05:00</updated><category term='fiction junction'/><category term='rebirth'/><category term='CRAP'/><title type='text'>Who needs shelter from the sun?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2715649978334286644</id><published>2011-08-24T04:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T06:05:38.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Like a lost soul.</title><summary type='text'>"Ow!" She cried out. The sound of her own voice filled her ears. She stared at her index finger as a drop of blood appeared on the surface. Despite the many times she pricked herself with the needle, the initial feeling was always unexpected. She licked her finger and continued sewing. In the young girl's lap was a small stuffed animal, one she favored out of all the ones she had. There weren't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2715649978334286644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2715649978334286644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2715649978334286644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2715649978334286644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/08/like-lost-soul.html' title='Like a lost soul.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6417920477158931443</id><published>2011-08-08T05:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T05:50:59.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a couple of things...</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, just wanted to make a relatively "permanent" note of things I want to save for in the immediate to near future:KeyboardDrawing TabletMy own box cutter so I can give back Tim'sHaven't done much research on the first two, just need to go to Lowe's for the third I'm sure. More later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6417920477158931443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6417920477158931443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6417920477158931443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6417920477158931443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-couple-of-things.html' title='Just a couple of things...'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4187921066848946621</id><published>2011-08-06T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:53:53.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing my mobile setup.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4187921066848946621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4187921066848946621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4187921066848946621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4187921066848946621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/08/testing-my-mobile-setup.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6185006996446760581</id><published>2011-08-06T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:37:14.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>old friend.</title><summary type='text'>do you ever wonder where your life is heading?because i used to. at least, i used to be more concerned about it whenever i was thinking about the lives of two people. now, i haven't really given it much thought until today. i don't want to always work an hourly paid job at a fast food restaurant with only a bicycle to make my way across this lonely city. sure i have fun and i have my friends.but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6185006996446760581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6185006996446760581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6185006996446760581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6185006996446760581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-friend.html' title='old friend.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6244173183358693019</id><published>2011-05-25T18:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:11:11.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>restoring "order"</title><summary type='text'>I think there is a rule within my own person environment, where if I find something, then something else will become lost. For the longest time I will know where something is, then whenever I finally find the other missing piece, I lose the original piece that was already found x_x;Prime example: I have my tripod and the little dock I put my camera on to put into the tripod. Cool. Batteries, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6244173183358693019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6244173183358693019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6244173183358693019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6244173183358693019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/restoring-order.html' title='restoring &quot;order&quot;'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-5104936271516143631</id><published>2011-05-25T04:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T05:05:09.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is this the place that i've been dreaming of?</title><summary type='text'>It was lightly breezy. It was dark. There was the faint sound of a squeaky swing as someone willed it back and forth. She was under the tree. A two by four was her resting place. She occupied one end while he occupied the other. The distance between them was...what? It seemed unnoticeable by him. To her it was palpable. His face was flushed, and his breathing was heavy. She felt around in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5104936271516143631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=5104936271516143631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5104936271516143631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5104936271516143631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-this-place-that-ive-been-dreaming-of.html' title='is this the place that i&apos;ve been dreaming of?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1091257296915675379</id><published>2011-05-19T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:53:37.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're innocent; don't know how i am</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure I've ever felt this confused before in my life.I thought I had everything figured out and was totally sure I was fine.Now I'm confused. It doesn't matter.I won't let myself back into that situation. Instead I will enjoy myself.I'm glad I'm meeting new people. It's nerve wrecking but also exciting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1091257296915675379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1091257296915675379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1091257296915675379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1091257296915675379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-innocent-dont-know-how-i-am.html' title='you&apos;re innocent; don&apos;t know how i am'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-827740826890904680</id><published>2011-05-19T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:43:36.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose these are trending again!</title><summary type='text'>(Basically you wanna answer these "honestly" haha. Anyways....have fun reading and fill it out, too!) 1.What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Delicious coca-cola. 2.Where was your profile picture taken? In my living room. 3.Can you play Guitar Hero? Yep, but I prefer Rock Band. 4.Name someone who made you laugh today? No one yet because I woke up thirty minutes ago. 5.How late did you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/827740826890904680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=827740826890904680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/827740826890904680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/827740826890904680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-suppose-these-are-trending-again.html' title='I suppose these are trending again!'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-791717678395516544</id><published>2011-05-18T19:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:27:26.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Astral.</title><summary type='text'>What time was it? He didn't know, but he couldn't be bothered to find out, either. The full moon was hanging in the sky above, and he was laying in the field below. He was staring intently at the moon's surface, at the obvious imperfections in its majestic surface. Despite this, the moon shined as bright and as beautifully as ever. He stole a glance to his side, and there she was, also looking up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/791717678395516544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=791717678395516544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/791717678395516544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/791717678395516544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/astral.html' title='Astral.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3869230986814558396</id><published>2011-05-17T12:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:30:08.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite the trend setter!</title><summary type='text'>You know....this seems oddly familiar...oh well! Here we go!Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.NAME: Rachel WaldroupAge: 21BIRTHDATE: 12/01/1989PRESENT ADDRESS: 411 Dulles dr. apt 4212!WHAT WAS YOUR:1. last beverage = black cherry vodka + coke!2. last phone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3869230986814558396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3869230986814558396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3869230986814558396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3869230986814558396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/quite-trend-setter.html' title='Quite the trend setter!'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4579667423626583857</id><published>2011-05-15T14:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:15:21.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeline for May 2011</title><summary type='text'>So I need to compile a list of things that will be happening starting today, until the rest of May. Lists help me feel "accomplished" but also I just need to make sure I get shit done by the end of this month.May 15 - I have work from 4pm to 2am. Not much will be happening today.May 16 - I'm off today. I should start packing. Also cleaning. Perhaps I'll start with clothes I am not going to need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4579667423626583857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4579667423626583857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4579667423626583857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4579667423626583857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/timeline-for-may-2011.html' title='Timeline for May 2011'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-212149589591952190</id><published>2011-05-11T12:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T12:20:30.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><summary type='text'>the sandwich i'm eatingThe Black Keyslistening to musicyou (the you who is reading this)riding my bike, day or nightswimming with friendsworkingJason Mrazsweet teaBlack Blood of the Earthnatural history museumsDinasoarsbeing unproductiveHarry Potterwritingmathand of course several other things I can't think of right now. That's usually how it goes. I can't remember what I meant to say, so instead</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/212149589591952190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=212149589591952190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/212149589591952190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/212149589591952190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1590237264567671808</id><published>2011-05-10T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:06:24.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how could i ever forget?</title><summary type='text'>How could I have ever forgotten how amazingly awesome Jason Mraz is?If he would just say the word, I would go with him!Unfortunately he is engaged to someone.....she's lucky! So is he!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1590237264567671808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1590237264567671808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1590237264567671808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1590237264567671808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-could-i-ever-forget.html' title='how could i ever forget?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-291714581506397912</id><published>2011-05-09T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T02:59:55.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>I'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you...</title><summary type='text'>Where the moon was hanging in the sky, it was easy to see through the upstairs window. The sky was empty, and black. The kind of darkness when the sky empties itself of all the rain clouds and there is a void of any color, only light coming from the moon and stars.A girl sat against the wall where the window was, in a ledge that was wide enough where one could lay down. She took her index finger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/291714581506397912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=291714581506397912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/291714581506397912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/291714581506397912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/id-do-it-all-for-you-id-do-it-all-for.html' title='I&apos;d do it all for you, I&apos;d do it all for you...'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1278507160848737267</id><published>2011-05-07T06:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T03:00:04.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>everytime we...</title><summary type='text'>I always get inspired as I ride my bike home. Especially after work, when the sun is getting close to rising. The sky is getting lighter yet I can still see the distant stars and the visible planet for the season. After making my way through an apartment complex, and I get onto my "secret" road. It's not really secret, but what I experience on that road is.It's quiet. The few sounds I do hear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1278507160848737267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1278507160848737267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1278507160848737267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1278507160848737267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/everytime-we.html' title='everytime we...'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6033073149646294155</id><published>2011-05-05T06:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:23:29.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>draftdraftdraft</title><summary type='text'>...it's what my list of posts is starting to be filled with.I have three previous entries that are all drafts, that probably won't be published but will remain in the log. I feel like if I start writing something too emotionally invested, then posting it after the feeling is gone is pointless to do. But I want the reminder. So they are there for me to look at.My sleeping pattern is legitimately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6033073149646294155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6033073149646294155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6033073149646294155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6033073149646294155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/05/draftdraftdraft.html' title='draftdraftdraft'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1713179038084038957</id><published>2011-04-27T03:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T03:59:15.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on?</title><summary type='text'>not really sure what to say. It's been two months. Feels like longer though. Maybe that's a good thing? It doesn't really affect me anymore...unless I intentionally think on it...but then again that's like asking for it, you know? I feel like I can function just fine now.Which is great.Now to get used to this being single thing! Ha. Some people think I should have fun. I know he is....maybe so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1713179038084038957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1713179038084038957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1713179038084038957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1713179038084038957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving-on_27.html' title='Moving on?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-8551677386743263464</id><published>2011-03-28T03:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T03:35:33.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck</title><summary type='text'>you ever do somethingsomething you probably could have done a while back but didn't and just never thought about itand then you do that thingand then it opens up the biggest fucking wound you've ever hadlike it's bleeding and bleeding and bleeding and it won't stopbut it's not blood it's tearsan emotional woundthat was superficially coveredand it's like the more i learnthe more i wonderwho are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8551677386743263464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=8551677386743263464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8551677386743263464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8551677386743263464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/03/fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.html' title='fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4051927902268124841</id><published>2011-03-24T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T14:34:44.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye?</title><summary type='text'>what do you do when a person you are friends with is not the same person you became friends with, the reasons why you became friends are no longer a part of that person?i'm not really sure what to do. what i should do. i feel like i don't know that person anymore...i'm not sure i can even relate to them anymore...it makes me wonder if i even knew that person at all...it hurts my head to think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4051927902268124841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4051927902268124841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4051927902268124841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4051927902268124841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye.html' title='goodbye?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3279993589427599352</id><published>2011-03-13T05:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T05:35:54.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ow.</title><summary type='text'>So. Today was a fun day! I didn't do much, to be honest.We went to the mall for a short while then I stayed at home bored for a couple hours before joining a friend in an awesome bike ride around Lafayette!But before I even left the apartment complex, this happened: I know it's shitty quality, but basically, I fell off of my bike and scraped up my elbow and hands. Owwww. But, it's time to relax! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3279993589427599352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3279993589427599352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3279993589427599352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3279993589427599352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/03/ow.html' title='ow.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfGffcqfROk/TXydz2QXw-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/lIRGdC1T45A/s72-c/Picture0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2242997154373267565</id><published>2011-03-11T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:04:32.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-heart-</title><summary type='text'>So, I got a new haircut! It's nice. It's kinda short? But I really like it. It's light. It's good for the soon to come sun, I hope! It needs to get warmer outside. Please, thank you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2242997154373267565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2242997154373267565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2242997154373267565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2242997154373267565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/03/heart.html' title='-heart-'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh-IZCH_hZU/TXrUXnQ0uFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zcO9-gctrNY/s72-c/P1140167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4508044842944199253</id><published>2011-03-11T05:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T05:23:53.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something about the stars.</title><summary type='text'>something i could do for hours, is lay down and look up at the stars.there aren't very many opportunities down here, considering there are too many city lights preventing me from seeing the full night sky. but what i do see is something neat. stars that sparkle. they are like tiny specks, but they are from such a great distance. we can't possibly fathom how large they truly are.i wouldn't mind </summary><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6881578051999769908</id><published>2011-03-08T18:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:05:05.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>six billion secrets</title><summary type='text'>sitting in my apartment, doing nothing of note.i am slightly depressed that today was such a "bad weather" day, especially on mardi gras..... i didn't go outside (except for when i came home this morning) and i just had a normal, lazy, boring day....i am thinking too much about things that might have beenand i have nothing to divert my thoughts toi don't feel like readingi want to pick up a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6881578051999769908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6881578051999769908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6881578051999769908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6881578051999769908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/03/six-billion-secrets.html' title='six billion secrets'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-7367999835455338402</id><published>2011-03-05T05:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T16:38:55.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>there is a design...</title><summary type='text'>Tell me now, where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?Love will not betray you, dismay, or enslave you, it will set you free, be more like the man you were made to be...There is a design, an alignment to cry of my heart to see the beauty of love as it was made to be.And I wonder, as I lay here, in this senseless field of dreams, do you think of me when I think of you, as the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7367999835455338402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=7367999835455338402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7367999835455338402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7367999835455338402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-is-design.html' title='there is a design...'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-7309384216836284224</id><published>2011-01-23T06:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T06:37:07.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not what i had planned.</title><summary type='text'>sitting in an empty room. trying to forget the past. this was never meant to last. i wish it wasn't so.So IBM has done it again. First, it was Deep Blue, a chess AI that was made to play against the world's greatest chess players. And it won. Now they have Watson, an AI built to basically work like a search engine. This is a very basic explanation. With a search engine, you type in "cats" and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7309384216836284224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=7309384216836284224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7309384216836284224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7309384216836284224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-not-what-i-had-planned.html' title='this is not what i had planned.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/12rNbGf2Wwo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4550064922555389654</id><published>2011-01-13T05:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T05:15:16.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reblog with the first word you see.</title><summary type='text'>After finding this on Jason Mraz's blog, I decided to reblog this right there and then. Right now, actually.what I first saw was actually two words but they were in the same line.You wanna know what I saw?Suicide scum. I didn't post it as the title or above the picture so your eyes don't automatically lock on to it. An unbiased look at the picture. Technically, it's "suicidescum" so you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4550064922555389654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4550064922555389654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4550064922555389654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4550064922555389654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/01/reblog-with-first-word-you-see.html' title='Reblog with the first word you see.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/TS7dFfyGBhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/KejBePPEOJw/s72-c/tumblr_lc1i4ecYqW1qemsjao1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-5268670217036174873</id><published>2011-01-09T05:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:47:08.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water from Iceland.</title><summary type='text'>Hey. It's been a while, hasn't it? And I suppose it's time for an update as well. (:I was responding to a certain someone's message when I realized I was about to start rambling about what has been going on in my life when I thought - HEY, maybe other people wanna know too? Like you guys? Haha. All four of you. Listed followers, anyways. There might be someone who is lurking, secretly hoping that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5268670217036174873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=5268670217036174873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5268670217036174873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5268670217036174873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2011/01/water-from-iceland.html' title='Water from Iceland.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4109297970359771050</id><published>2010-10-30T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:56:29.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you going to be for Halloween this year?</title><summary type='text'>Good question....I have no idea!    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4109297970359771050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4109297970359771050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4109297970359771050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4109297970359771050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-are-you-going-to-be-for-halloween.html' title='What are you going to be for Halloween this year?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4799136309106491761</id><published>2010-10-25T05:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:18:14.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your favorite musician?</title><summary type='text'>Jason Mraz.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4799136309106491761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4799136309106491761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4799136309106491761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4799136309106491761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-your-favorite-musician.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s your favorite musician?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-5178769177115941849</id><published>2010-10-25T05:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:17:54.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the most beautiful person you know?</title><summary type='text'>Your mom.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5178769177115941849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=5178769177115941849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5178769177115941849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5178769177115941849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-most-beautiful-person-you-know.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s the most beautiful person you know?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-8350144303442483645</id><published>2010-10-25T05:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:17:47.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather be rich or famous?</title><summary type='text'>Rich. I'd like to be able to live comfortably. And if I'm rich that hopefully means I finally learned to save my money.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8350144303442483645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=8350144303442483645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8350144303442483645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8350144303442483645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/would-you-rather-be-rich-or-famous.html' title='Would you rather be rich or famous?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4296333656853311709</id><published>2010-10-25T05:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:16:42.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where would you like to spend your retirement?</title><summary type='text'>In a nice home with my husband. Hopefully I made it to Austin by this time haha.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4296333656853311709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4296333656853311709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4296333656853311709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4296333656853311709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-would-you-like-to-spend-your.html' title='Where would you like to spend your retirement?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3097445308852778212</id><published>2010-10-25T05:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:15:08.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you won a $1,000 shopping spree for any store, which store would you pick?</title><summary type='text'>Target!    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3097445308852778212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3097445308852778212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3097445308852778212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3097445308852778212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-won-1000-shopping-spree-for-any.html' title='If you won a $1,000 shopping spree for any store, which store would you pick?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-188328934166096855</id><published>2010-10-25T05:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:14:30.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the most talented person you know?</title><summary type='text'>I know many talented people. It'd be hard to choose one.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/188328934166096855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=188328934166096855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/188328934166096855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/188328934166096855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-most-talented-person-you-know.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s the most talented person you know?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3768539629890602327</id><published>2010-10-25T05:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:14:14.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of music can you just not stand to listen to?</title><summary type='text'>Country music gets tiring after a while. Not the song or the lyrics itself -- it's the country accent.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3768539629890602327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3768539629890602327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3768539629890602327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3768539629890602327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-kind-of-music-can-you-just-not.html' title='What kind of music can you just not stand to listen to?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3856072335416683128</id><published>2010-10-25T05:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:13:23.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the most overrated actor?</title><summary type='text'>Err...not sure! But I'm not a fan of Nicholas Cage.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3856072335416683128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3856072335416683128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3856072335416683128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3856072335416683128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-most-overrated-actor.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s the most overrated actor?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2579356577579693573</id><published>2010-10-25T05:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:12:23.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in ghosts?</title><summary type='text'>I want to. I have yet to experience something like that for myself.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2579356577579693573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2579356577579693573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2579356577579693573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2579356577579693573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-believe-in-ghosts.html' title='Do you believe in ghosts?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-5210979575958464751</id><published>2010-10-25T05:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:12:07.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you think should be the next president of the United States?</title><summary type='text'>Uh....to be honest I don't have a good understanding of politics. At all. So...I don't know.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5210979575958464751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=5210979575958464751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5210979575958464751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5210979575958464751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-do-you-think-should-be-next.html' title='Who do you think should be the next president of the United States?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-9214084041197043323</id><published>2010-10-25T05:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:11:07.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the coolest person you know?</title><summary type='text'>My good friend Frosty. Ba dum ch!    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/9214084041197043323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=9214084041197043323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/9214084041197043323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/9214084041197043323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-coolest-person-you-know.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s the coolest person you know?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2548210337098840313</id><published>2010-10-25T05:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:10:30.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your biggest phobia?</title><summary type='text'>Needles. Needles for syringes to be exact. Shots. I hate shots.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2548210337098840313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2548210337098840313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2548210337098840313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2548210337098840313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-your-biggest-phobia.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your biggest phobia?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3344960908096186497</id><published>2010-10-25T05:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:09:55.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What would be the best thing about being a vampire?</title><summary type='text'>Relative immortality I suppose. That and I would probably have a better chance of surviving a zombie apocalypse....or would I? Hm. Depends on the kind of zombie. And if there is such thing as a vampire-zombie.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3344960908096186497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3344960908096186497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3344960908096186497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3344960908096186497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-would-be-best-thing-about-being.html' title='What would be the best thing about being a vampire?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-8694169792020863060</id><published>2010-10-25T05:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:08:34.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who and when was your first kiss?</title><summary type='text'>My current boyfriend Adam, five years ago :P    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8694169792020863060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=8694169792020863060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8694169792020863060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8694169792020863060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-and-when-was-your-first-kiss.html' title='Who and when was your first kiss?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1631911433709592845</id><published>2010-10-25T05:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:08:03.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What website do you spend the most time on?</title><summary type='text'>Facebook, time-wise. Ones I check daily: givesmehope.com. makesmethink.com, notalwaysright.com, failbook.com, questionablecontent.net, personal blogs that I read.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1631911433709592845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1631911433709592845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1631911433709592845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1631911433709592845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-website-do-you-spend-most-time-on.html' title='What website do you spend the most time on?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4313904580290343512</id><published>2010-10-25T05:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:03:31.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you had access to a time machine, where and when would be the first place you travel to?</title><summary type='text'>Practical? Probably August 2004. I'd give anything to redo high school (the academic part anyways).Potentially future-altering? Not sure...many things people might think to do to reverse some pretty horrible things but then the present that I know it as would likely change...I'd just go to different time periods and see what it's like to live in each one for a day... of course I'll need to hit up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4313904580290343512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4313904580290343512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4313904580290343512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4313904580290343512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-had-access-to-time-machine-where.html' title='If you had access to a time machine, where and when would be the first place you travel to?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1069265826068367257</id><published>2010-10-25T04:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:59:54.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the most underrated actor?</title><summary type='text'>Um...not really sure....but I do wish Sam Neill was in something recent...last thing I saw with him was Day Breakers....    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1069265826068367257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1069265826068367257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1069265826068367257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1069265826068367257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-most-underrated-actor.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s the most underrated actor?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1731064554675629868</id><published>2010-10-25T04:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:58:06.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you had to give up one favorite food, what would the most difficult?</title><summary type='text'>Tuna salad sandwiches. So yummy &lt;3    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1731064554675629868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1731064554675629868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1731064554675629868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1731064554675629868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-had-to-give-up-one-favorite-food.html' title='If you had to give up one favorite food, what would the most difficult?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-125233039035131375</id><published>2010-10-25T04:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:56:55.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite drink?</title><summary type='text'>Vanilla cream soda.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/125233039035131375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=125233039035131375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/125233039035131375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/125233039035131375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-your-favorite-drink.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your favorite drink?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6678671276921475785</id><published>2010-10-25T04:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:56:54.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could instantly become fluent in another language, which language would you pick?</title><summary type='text'>Korean. I have a couple of friends that are Korean.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6678671276921475785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6678671276921475785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6678671276921475785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6678671276921475785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-could-instantly-become-fluent-in.html' title='If you could instantly become fluent in another language, which language would you pick?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1083721038488936139</id><published>2010-10-11T02:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T02:03:51.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where has you been? I miss juu.</title><summary type='text'>Work, work, and work. :/ Math tutoring during the day and Cane's at night.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1083721038488936139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1083721038488936139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1083721038488936139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1083721038488936139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-has-you-been-i-miss-juu.html' title='where has you been? I miss juu.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3652394038798467335</id><published>2010-09-26T15:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:09:20.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you an introvert or an extrovert?</title><summary type='text'>I am an introverted extrovert. It's a "once you get to know me" kind of thing.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3652394038798467335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3652394038798467335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3652394038798467335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3652394038798467335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-you-introvert-or-extrovert.html' title='Are you an introvert or an extrovert?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1625467912493896476</id><published>2010-09-26T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:08:53.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?</title><summary type='text'>Ewan McGregor. Or Jason Mraz. Or Sam Neill. Or Thomas Jefferson.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1625467912493896476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1625467912493896476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1625467912493896476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1625467912493896476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-could-date-any-celebrity-who.html' title='If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-5194753180689345346</id><published>2010-09-26T15:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:08:25.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What message would you want to put in a fortune cookie?</title><summary type='text'>Your wish will come true if you eat this cookie.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5194753180689345346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=5194753180689345346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5194753180689345346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5194753180689345346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-message-would-you-want-to-put-in.html' title='What message would you want to put in a fortune cookie?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6120753971102458035</id><published>2010-09-26T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:07:56.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What was the weirdest gift you ever received?</title><summary type='text'>More like a tip. I was given a "million" dollar bill from a butch lesbian. Turns out it was a religious tract.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6120753971102458035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6120753971102458035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6120753971102458035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6120753971102458035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-was-weirdest-gift-you-ever.html' title='What was the weirdest gift you ever received?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4949016255347296952</id><published>2010-09-26T15:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:07:06.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather swim in a pool or the ocean?</title><summary type='text'>Ocean, always. I hate the smell of chlorine.    You can ask whatever you like. I just might not answer it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4949016255347296952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4949016255347296952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4949016255347296952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4949016255347296952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/would-you-rather-swim-in-pool-or-ocean.html' title='Would you rather swim in a pool or the ocean?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-5320410916019353930</id><published>2010-06-27T04:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T04:45:40.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viktor's girls.</title><summary type='text'>Incomplete as of now, but try guessing who they are! (to be honest I never gave good descriptions of any of their appearances...but who do you think they fit most?)I've gotten the other ones coming up soon...just have to finish the drawings first..oh if you are interested in where these lovely ladies came from, they are random models that I found, all from just browsing random Etsy shops.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5320410916019353930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=5320410916019353930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5320410916019353930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5320410916019353930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/06/viktors-girls.html' title='Viktor&apos;s girls.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/TCcdLBovb9I/AAAAAAAAATo/i9XtfauaTPg/s72-c/P1120123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4066478374280638408</id><published>2010-06-21T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:32:47.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>huh.</title><summary type='text'>found myself throwing something at my boyfriend today. not the first time i threw something at him. am i going crazy? if i tried to explain the things leading up to that point it would seem as though all signs are pointing to yes. he is asleep now [no surprise] and yet i still feel as though i want to be angry at him. i always feel as though he gets over things too soon and expects the same of me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4066478374280638408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4066478374280638408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4066478374280638408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4066478374280638408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/06/huh.html' title='huh.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-7780637656071558152</id><published>2010-06-16T02:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T02:42:42.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I don't think I've ever won anything...</title><summary type='text'>...pure luck, contest wise...END LOVE :DThat link will send you to a most wonderful and awesome music video by OK Go! Something that would be really helpful is to comment on the video and to also "like" it! I'm trying to win an Apple Ipad along with a few other things, and I need to get "points" from "likes" and comments on the video, and it's got to be on the actual page where the video is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7780637656071558152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=7780637656071558152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7780637656071558152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7780637656071558152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-i-dont-think-ive-ever-won.html' title='Because I don&apos;t think I&apos;ve ever won anything...'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2960637254058125903</id><published>2010-05-27T00:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T01:35:27.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two in the campagna. (part ten)</title><summary type='text'>The champaign with its endless fleeceOf feathery grasses everywhere!Silence and passion, joy and peace,An everlasting wash of air--Rome's ghost since her decease.The room was quiet, save for the sound of the clock ticking and the rhythmic sound of breathing. A man stood tall, staring pensively at a blank canvas. With a piece of charcoal in hand, he began drawing wide arcs. He set down the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2960637254058125903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2960637254058125903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2960637254058125903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2960637254058125903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-in-campagna-part-ten.html' title='Two in the campagna. (part ten)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4352406269173471246</id><published>2010-05-26T04:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:59:59.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>I knew a woman. (part nine)</title><summary type='text'>Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;She played it quick, she played it light and loose,My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;Her several parts could keep a pure repose,Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:I'm martyr to a motion not my own;What's freedom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4352406269173471246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4352406269173471246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4352406269173471246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4352406269173471246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-knew-woman-part-nine.html' title='I knew a woman. (part nine)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-8464608221368097806</id><published>2010-05-16T03:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:53:39.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be afraid, you gotta let it go...</title><summary type='text'>Strange, how lonely it feels down here.. on my way to my apartment I had to walk in the rain (from my car) and it was quite a downpour. I'm no longer wet but still cold. everyone is sleeping or in a different city. when i can't leave and i don't know anyone, i wonder how i will feel whenever i leave this place for another one. settling down in a new city in a new state with no friends to visit on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8464608221368097806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=8464608221368097806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8464608221368097806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8464608221368097806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-be-afraid-you-gotta-let-it-go.html' title='don&apos;t be afraid, you gotta let it go...'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-5994697800119815106</id><published>2010-05-09T02:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T02:28:06.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who'd have thought: all the energy we ever needed, right above our heads?"</title><summary type='text'>The Power of Our Future.yep. It's May. And I haven't written since January. And to be honest I still don't feel like writing, but I wanted to share with you a movie I watched today. Moon, starring Sam Rockwell. You might know him from Hitchhiker's Guide (he played Zaphod) or the more current Iron Man 2 (he plays Hammer). The movie is about a man whose 3-year contract with Lunar Industries is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5994697800119815106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=5994697800119815106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5994697800119815106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5994697800119815106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/05/whod-have-thought-all-energy-we-ever.html' title='&quot;Who&apos;d have thought: all the energy we ever needed, right above our heads?&quot;'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4388527189376730280</id><published>2010-01-15T11:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:27:51.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>I am dying. Do you hear me? (part eight)</title><summary type='text'>God I found the key,I found the key,But how come it doesn't work?The sliding door is closed,And I am stuck here.Oh please don't close the door,My dreams are behind the door.I heard a voice calling me, calling me.Morning light broke through the small gap in curtains covering the window, spilling onto Lidiya's face. She mumbled something then rolled over. She tried to fall back asleep but the room </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4388527189376730280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4388527189376730280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4388527189376730280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4388527189376730280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-dying-do-you-hear-me-part-eight.html' title='I am dying. Do you hear me? (part eight)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6692690281396122439</id><published>2010-01-13T00:28:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:51:57.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>But I can try for your heart. (part seven)</title><summary type='text'>And I wonder, as I lay hereIn this senseless field of dreamsDo you think of me, as I think of youAs the nighttime slowly sings?Faina sighed loudly. She knocked three more times and waited. Still no answer. She sighed again, then turned sharply on her heel and walked back to the den where the others were relaxing. There were three such dens in Viktor's home, each one with a different atmosphere. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6692690281396122439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6692690281396122439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6692690281396122439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6692690281396122439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-i-can-try-for-your-heart-part-seven.html' title='But I can try for your heart. (part seven)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-5284292460143618454</id><published>2010-01-09T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:21:20.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vows.</title><summary type='text'>Tell me, what is the importance of getting married? Why do you think it is necessary, unnecessary (yet you would still), or something just totally not necessary and you would never get married?I want to get married. I want to be proposed to. I want to be proposed to in a romantic way (not unlike the way you see in movies)...well I don't want it to be like in the movies, I want it to be personal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/5284292460143618454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=5284292460143618454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5284292460143618454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/5284292460143618454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/01/vows.html' title='Vows.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1267563726459770023</id><published>2010-01-08T03:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:27:57.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Perhaps a stranger she could love. (part six)</title><summary type='text'>Music was playing faintly in the background. Nariya was sitting on her bed, cross-legged, with her eyes shut. Sitting behind her was Katerina, who was brushing the other girl's hair. She hummed along with the music as she continually passed the brush through long sable locks. Nariya sighed with content. Katerina set the brush aside, then wrapped her arms around Nariya and pulled her close in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1267563726459770023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1267563726459770023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1267563726459770023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1267563726459770023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2010/01/her-morning-elegance-she-wears-part-six.html' title='Perhaps a stranger she could love. (part six)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2646205905281283877</id><published>2009-12-30T02:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:21:29.203-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Thomas Bailey Aldrich. (part five)</title><summary type='text'>(note: i intend to add more to this post, will write "edit" when i have. i want to post it though because i haven't posted recently. enjoy.)Up to her chamber windowA slight wire trellis goes,And up this Romeo's ladderClambers a bold white rose.I lounge in the ilex shadows,I see the lady lean,Unclasping her silken girdle,The curtain's folds between.She smiles on her white-rose lover,She reaches </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2646205905281283877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2646205905281283877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2646205905281283877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2646205905281283877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/12/thomas-bailey-aldrich-part-five_30.html' title='Thomas Bailey Aldrich. (part five)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3309600162490758917</id><published>2009-12-28T23:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:36:39.716-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Panic switch. (part four)</title><summary type='text'>The dining room smelled of buckwheat pancakes and sausages. There was a large wooden table in the middle of the room, with five chairs along either side, and two at either end. Both ends were empty, but the ten other chairs were already filled, and a quiet buzz filled the air. Viktor was always the last to arrive for breakfast, but always just on time. The girls always arrived earlier, fearing he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3309600162490758917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3309600162490758917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3309600162490758917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3309600162490758917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/12/panic-switch-part-four.html' title='Panic switch. (part four)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2377481082110100412</id><published>2009-12-24T03:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:28:02.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Natalia</title><summary type='text'>Trying to figure out what next to write.In the mean time, enjoy this picture I drew, inspired by Olivia Wilde. Click to enlarge.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2377481082110100412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2377481082110100412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2377481082110100412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2377481082110100412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/12/natalia.html' title='Natalia'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/SzM99iUQEdI/AAAAAAAAASY/g20iIQdMhi8/s72-c/P1100263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-7786475421383682579</id><published>2009-12-22T03:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:28:13.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Wait, there is a light. (part three)</title><summary type='text'>Much like the single row of chairs the girls sat in, they walked in single file, heading back to their respective rooms. There were five rooms in the hall, each room housing two girls. Viktor’s house was nothing short of being a mansion, at times feeling crowded, then as if the endless halls and rooms might eat them alive. Natalia’s room was in a separate hall, and she had her own room. Despite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7786475421383682579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=7786475421383682579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7786475421383682579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7786475421383682579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/12/much-like-single-row-of-chairs-girls.html' title='Wait, there is a light. (part three)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3110237347290788922</id><published>2009-12-21T02:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:34:48.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Anna Molly. (part two)</title><summary type='text'>Natalia was in no way the first woman he had, but she was undoubtedly the best. Never nervous, she always gave Viktor exactly what he wanted- and more. Despite having her, he still wanted others.In the room adjacent to Viktor's, separated by the same wall that had the mirror, was the other side where the other girls were, forced to watch by means of the two-way mirror. Viewing was something they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3110237347290788922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3110237347290788922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3110237347290788922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3110237347290788922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/12/anna-molly-part-2.html' title='Anna Molly. (part two)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4651045087164559762</id><published>2009-12-20T04:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:34:48.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Love hurts. (part one)</title><summary type='text'>The apple that was pressed against her mouth had the same deep red color as the one painted on her lips. She flashed pearly teeth that bit down into the apple with a satisfying crunch and a spray of juice that trickled down her chin. She finished chewing and smiled, then licked her lips. Across the room was a man, sitting on a bed. A man with more physical desires than any single woman could hope</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4651045087164559762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4651045087164559762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4651045087164559762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4651045087164559762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-hurts-part-one.html' title='Love hurts. (part one)'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-7437060914333266050</id><published>2009-12-20T01:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:53:37.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and slow it goes.</title><summary type='text'>again, I fall out of the habit of blogging on a relatively regular basis...today i felt a strong urge to write, but then i read over everyone's blogs and for some reason or another, the feeling dissipates. i suppose i'll just talk about something, then.again i feel completely worthless at what i'm doing. what i'm not doing. why am i not applying myself? it's stupid. i have no discipline. i sit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7437060914333266050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=7437060914333266050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7437060914333266050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7437060914333266050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-slow-it-goes.html' title='and slow it goes.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2519816325463665073</id><published>2009-12-01T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:50:21.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice.</title><summary type='text'>Please divert your attention to my other blog:http://365daysofbeingakid.blogspot.com/This is where you can see my daily postings for my  project, I hope everyone really enjoys it! Comments are appreciated but not necessary, questions will be answered, and rude comments will be deleted or ignored! But I know none of you will be rude, right? ;P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2519816325463665073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2519816325463665073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2519816325463665073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2519816325463665073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/12/notice.html' title='Notice.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-7875395438335704480</id><published>2009-11-17T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:44:39.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>trihydrogen monoxide...water to the extreeeeeme!</title><summary type='text'>Sorry guys. Lately I've been in photo mode! Enjoy these photos I took when I realized the kitchen faucet was doing something strange.I used between 1/100th of a second to 1/2000th of a second for the shutter speed.I also had to use flash, otherwise it would be waaaaay too dark.Autofocus this time.Fun, huh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/7875395438335704480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=7875395438335704480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7875395438335704480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/7875395438335704480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/11/trihydrogen-monoxidewater-to.html' title='trihydrogen monoxide...water to the extreeeeeme!'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/SwNtLbqqQxI/AAAAAAAAARM/ScHt9G3MtlU/s72-c/P1090995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-1498605368394330344</id><published>2009-11-17T04:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:12:00.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyotes sing in the dark.</title><summary type='text'>Night of the Leonid Meteor shower. I witnessed only two or three meteors, sadly. However, I did get these nice photos of the starry sky.We traveled a few miles out, not sure how many t be exact. The orange glow by the power light is due to a street lamp. Not many out here but we ended up next to one. This one is my favorite (above). I believe that is Orion's belt..Aperture: 2.8Shutter speed: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/1498605368394330344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=1498605368394330344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1498605368394330344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/1498605368394330344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/11/coyotes-sing-in-dark.html' title='Coyotes sing in the dark.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/SwJ1UUCoNgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DeJp3cwRzKE/s72-c/P1090963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3399989674854873844</id><published>2009-11-14T01:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:34:50.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So dance, fucker, dance!</title><summary type='text'>Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time...Had a fun day today despite feeling bad earlier. (:I spread the joy of the confetti throwing way...perhaps I'll start a church.Nice work you did. You're gonna go far, kid.I'm just really addicted to The Offspring right now! I love them! It really reminds me of when I was younger and played the shit out of Crazy Taxi. (:Everyone I hope you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3399989674854873844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3399989674854873844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3399989674854873844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3399989674854873844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-dance-fucker-dance.html' title='So dance, fucker, dance!'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/Sv5cc6DUbuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4CKgW9WMwh4/s72-c/cute+number+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4367483633187063396</id><published>2009-11-09T12:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:23:17.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i just can't look it's killing me.</title><summary type='text'>Okay. The semester is almost over.I have to keep reminding myself of that. If I think about high school and compare it to college, I would never imagine myself acting the way I am towards school. It's disappointing and I feel very ashamed but I am too lazy to change it.In other news, my camera charger came in and I have been taking pictures like no one's business! I was experimenting with paper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4367483633187063396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4367483633187063396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4367483633187063396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4367483633187063396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-cant-look-its-killing-me.html' title='i just can&apos;t look it&apos;s killing me.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/Svhr3h37ZWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bS-pXTbSCpc/s72-c/P1090508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6063259879524541580</id><published>2009-11-02T13:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:37:46.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>spring schedule!</title><summary type='text'>for anyone that was wondering...general chemistry II - tuesday and thursdayfundamentals of biology - tuesday and thursdayfundamentals of biology lab - tuesdayfrench - monday wednesday and fridaydifferential equations - tuesday and thursdayi was initially planning only to have classes on tuesday and thursday but that left me with only ten credit hours...french gives me fourteen!what really fucking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6063259879524541580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6063259879524541580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6063259879524541580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6063259879524541580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/11/spring-schedule.html' title='spring schedule!'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-8697596479817031111</id><published>2009-10-27T12:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:55:47.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>adults only.</title><summary type='text'>if anyone knows anyone who is 21+ and would like to buy the ingredients...please let me know!http://www.fineliving.com/fine/entertaining/article/0,2498,FINE_22197_5673204,00.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8697596479817031111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=8697596479817031111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8697596479817031111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8697596479817031111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/10/adults-only.html' title='adults only.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-85671214509858904</id><published>2009-10-12T23:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:02:56.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soup for my soul.</title><summary type='text'>made some awesome chicken and dumpling soup!it was so simple and so tasty. i should make it more often (:things that are easy to make:spaghetti.chicken and dumplings.rice and eggs.making that soup was the highlight of my day. (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/85671214509858904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=85671214509858904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/85671214509858904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/85671214509858904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/10/soup-for-my-soul.html' title='soup for my soul.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2336922813622799518</id><published>2009-10-11T00:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:18:30.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>loss.</title><summary type='text'>feeling extremely unmotivated at this moment.i'm not tired. i don't want to go upstairs. all i want to do is cry.friday is so close.i'm so stubborn and he's so oblivious.i'm trying to find the perfect layout for my upcoming project.i need to clean the bedroom.i need a plastic container that has pull out drawers.i wonder if big lots has any?i'm really enjoying feeling sorry for myself.i looked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2336922813622799518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2336922813622799518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2336922813622799518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2336922813622799518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/10/loss.html' title='loss.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-8909487612728431624</id><published>2009-10-08T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:26:53.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who loves orange soda?</title><summary type='text'>So... (shameless plug time)youchronicle.com a place where you can post stories (fiction or non) for free. It's a neat little site. There is also a $1,000 prize to the person who has the highest ratings by the end of the year. (it says you have to have at least 1000 ratings so but there's only like six or seven authors..haha) ANYWAYS.please check it out and sign up for free! Kaylyn and I are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8909487612728431624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=8909487612728431624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8909487612728431624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8909487612728431624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-loves-orange-soda.html' title='Who loves orange soda?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-8426691743043845701</id><published>2009-10-06T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:37:06.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cancelled!</title><summary type='text'>No english class today. I found out it was cancelled when I was getting a drink before heading up the stairs and other people in my class were coming downstairs. That's cool but now I should study for calculus...but I don't feel like it.. ughh.Lately I feel pretty apathetic about school and homework. I don't know why. Well, I look forward to my English class...I guess my other classes aren't that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8426691743043845701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=8426691743043845701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8426691743043845701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8426691743043845701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/10/cancelled.html' title='cancelled!'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6776610232083320168</id><published>2009-10-05T01:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:40:55.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><summary type='text'>sometimes i would really like to scream. just scream really fucking loud and rip out hair and throw dishes. break things and just be done with it.in your head its one way and in mine its another, no chance to explain because you've already made up your mind so whatever. sleep alone.right now i'm just so fucking angry and i just want to write about it.no comments please.plain and simple you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6776610232083320168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6776610232083320168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6776610232083320168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6776610232083320168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6434454379170017738</id><published>2009-10-03T03:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:16:26.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><summary type='text'>if i could be a photographer, that'd be great.this would be my life:point.click.flash.develop.it sounds so very simple. and very serene. i could work from home. i could work anywhere i want to. but..who would want my photographs?most photographers make a living on taking senior portraits. sigh. photogrpahy is a naive career choice. senior portraits or dance portraits. and the dance portraits are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6434454379170017738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6434454379170017738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6434454379170017738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6434454379170017738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-8931336208151607729</id><published>2009-09-12T22:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:34:41.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh desire can cause heart attacks.</title><summary type='text'>I listened to those words repeated three or four or ten times, while I was reading other words. Words from a distant past where the time was like yesterday but the thoughts and emotions were like years away. While I heard the words drift in my ears I felt my heart pounding against my chest and that was the only thing that mattered. I wobbled back and forth slightly while I tried to imagine myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/8931336208151607729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=8931336208151607729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8931336208151607729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/8931336208151607729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-desire-can-cause-heart-attacks.html' title='oh desire can cause heart attacks.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-138714498992747863</id><published>2009-09-12T00:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:47:18.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Line and Pause.</title><summary type='text'>Howdy guys.For those of you faithfully clicking away on my link on your list of blogs to read in hoping that I finally fucking update....your wish is my command ;)a few things, or maybe just one, it depends on if I get carried away or not:I added a new blog to my list of blogs, ::totemic::it's the blog of my English instructor, his name is Forrest Roth and he came to UL from New York and is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/138714498992747863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=138714498992747863' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/138714498992747863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/138714498992747863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/09/line-and-pause.html' title='Line and Pause.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4799032717932393698</id><published>2009-08-03T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:36:56.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The inner masochist.</title><summary type='text'>so yesterday I went to the amusement park with Adam and his family. for the majority of the time it rained, which really kind of sucked but we were getting wet at the water park anyways, but the wind totally sucked. (blue bayou and dixie landin')(tickets are relatively cheap, food is not, so i recommend leaving because you can get back in FO' FREE, and going to church's across the street.)(the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4799032717932393698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4799032717932393698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4799032717932393698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4799032717932393698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/08/inner-masochist.html' title='The inner masochist.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3099010482883134870</id><published>2009-08-01T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:35:57.657-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction junction'/><title type='text'>Chance of communication?</title><summary type='text'>It had just finished raining, on one late and very cold evening. Of course, the temperature drop was due to the weather, but it was already cold enough before the rain. A steady sound of footsteps could be heard by those in the vicinity, the soles of the shoes making a wet smacking sound, and as the figure turned, it sounded like a rock being scraped across concrete. The hooded figure was a girl,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3099010482883134870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3099010482883134870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3099010482883134870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3099010482883134870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/08/chance-of-communication.html' title='Chance of communication?'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6082736996918027336</id><published>2009-06-27T18:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:49:06.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes!</title><summary type='text'>currently working on packing- well not CURRENTLY but during the previous hours of now, and no doubt after i'm done taking a break :Pactually I have to wait for my room mate to wash the dishes so I can finish packing the kitchen- wait, who said it was MY responsibility to pack the kitchen? oh yeah. because i know no one else would do it. :Pmost of my shit is packed, there is trash lying around but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6082736996918027336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6082736996918027336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6082736996918027336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6082736996918027336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/06/boxes.html' title='Boxes!'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4841801584734726088</id><published>2009-06-25T00:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:39:35.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and swinging oh so so swiftly towards them happier times.</title><summary type='text'>But us, we found peace in the shadows, long enough to see those monsters rise, sometimes well, candy's got some space to fill up in a daydream, livin' high on yesterday's lies..Where is my head? my mind? my thoughts? lately I am not so sure. i suppose there are plenty of things I would like to write, but i don't..i have desires to write stories but stories no longer find themselves unfolding in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4841801584734726088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4841801584734726088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4841801584734726088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4841801584734726088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-swinging-oh-so-so-swiftly-towards.html' title='and swinging oh so so swiftly towards them happier times.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6227628558923513909</id><published>2009-06-15T15:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:00:40.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sidebar is lookin' good.</title><summary type='text'>So if you ever checkout my sidebar where I have links to other blogs and such, one that I just added is r2racers. If you guys feel like it, check that site out! It is the racing website of my co-worker, Mae. Well technically it is her and her friend's, they are doing a race together. You can click the Co-Pilot tab, as well as Mae's album to see more about her. I think it's pretty neat that she's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6227628558923513909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6227628558923513909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6227628558923513909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6227628558923513909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/06/sidebar-is-lookin-good.html' title='sidebar is lookin&apos; good.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-776978145986633920</id><published>2009-06-10T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:31:49.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><summary type='text'>pretty much as it says above. to be honest, I am having the hardest time trying to write in this thing. nothing really interesting is happening, and i have no inspiration or drive to write any stories or short stories or whatever you like to call them. it's not that i don't have ideas, i have a couple...but about a page in, i no longer feel like writing. i'll probably end up writing a someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/776978145986633920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=776978145986633920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/776978145986633920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/776978145986633920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4656660917917833197</id><published>2009-05-24T03:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:03:01.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebirth'/><title type='text'>fresh starts.</title><summary type='text'>So actually whether or not anyone likes this particular layout, I'm going to keep it for two or three reasons:I like the design.I am tired of trying to find something less colorful that doesn't just suck.And now I feel like I am going through an emotional rebirth.I originally was setting out to find a blog layout like my previous one: easy one the eyes, very simple and clean, and I like how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4656660917917833197/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-2219211933358388586</id><published>2009-05-23T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:54:58.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rebirth.</title><summary type='text'>okay this one is kind of nice I think.i might stick with this one if i can't find a better one.ignore all the sidebar shit, i'm not going to edit it until i find a skin i like./</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/2219211933358388586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=2219211933358388586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2219211933358388586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/2219211933358388586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/rebirth.html' title='rebirth.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-6074740837710777422</id><published>2009-05-23T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:41:30.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRAP'/><title type='text'>testing out this crap.</title><summary type='text'>boy oh boy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/6074740837710777422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=6074740837710777422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6074740837710777422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/6074740837710777422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/testing-out-this-crap.html' title='testing out this crap.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-297351406402404078</id><published>2009-05-22T15:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:56:42.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changesss</title><summary type='text'>Trying to find a new blog layout.Doubt I'll be using this one but I don't feel like changing it back, haha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/297351406402404078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=297351406402404078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/297351406402404078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/297351406402404078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/ch-ch-ch-changesss.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changesss'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3228405461165319981</id><published>2009-05-18T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:24:52.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Boston.</title><summary type='text'>There are times when I let my imagination take more than a little bit of control. Usually these are times when I am driving for long lengths of time by myself, and sometimes when I'm at work. The other day, I was driving on the interstate, listening to some music, the air was on low. Usually I keep my windows rolled down, and have my hand hanging out the window, holding against the side of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3228405461165319981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3228405461165319981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3228405461165319981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3228405461165319981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-boston.html' title='To Boston.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-4884592608482778773</id><published>2009-05-15T02:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:56:41.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 percentile, no errors, no miss.</title><summary type='text'>If I only was more human, I would count every single second the rest of my life..What time is it now? Glancing at the clock, it looks like...shit. Only 11:05 AM. Already, I've been here for an hour. And for that same hour, I arranged card stock sheets in piles of five, I lined the sheets against the side of the paper cutter, I push down the "locking" arm that holds in place until I pull it up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/4884592608482778773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=4884592608482778773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4884592608482778773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/4884592608482778773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/05/100-percentile-no-errors-no-miss.html' title='100 percentile, no errors, no miss.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583938747272443447.post-3828419289588922580</id><published>2009-04-08T12:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:32:55.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fly.</title><summary type='text'>oh dreams.they are really strange things, bringing together aspects of one's life that would probably never be considered in normal waking life. it brings to surface people long forget, or people only seen once before. I wonder if the "dream people" as in, those you don't recognize as yourself or any friend you know in real life, are composed of the people you only see in passing? I guess it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/feeds/3828419289588922580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7583938747272443447&amp;postID=3828419289588922580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3828419289588922580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7583938747272443447/posts/default/3828419289588922580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesinyourcheeks.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly.html' title='fly.'/><author><name>Miss A to Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16688077825682267422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIOqP_BtgR8/StFvq9MQJHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V9PLFZZtjwE/S220/1479126953_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
